Campus Poem 　
　 The childish age, once belong to you and to me, cling our memory...
Listen to the ancient ballads, watch the white hair climbing our parents' temples and their wrinkles increasing, sighing with emotion, sentimentalizing and disconsolation.
Look back the nice childish age, but it's flied away. In what a short space of time, the age with school uniforms and schoolbags has gone away...the face once was full of puerility, but when does the vicissitudes add to it? Listen to the familiar background music, you must be moved. This is a campus song in Chinese Mainland. In the ten years, they still keep the original intention. Their name were neglected by the times, for they expressed the emotion hindered in their heart deeply, their name were also spread, for their sincerity. Wherever they arrived, there always existed moving stories. In their music, can't we pick up the past nice age?

—If

this is the starting point
I can take your hand and say,

Come on, walking along with me

—If

This is the end

I can say by your shoulder

Well, come over finally

—But

This is neither the start

Nor the end

So, silence

…………